Escape From Summer Poem by Allan Thorne
Escape From Summer
The birds had left the week before
But the leaves had lingered
Soaking up the last of the golden light.
They made a break for it
With the first blast
Of winter wind,
Swirling up toward black clouds.
But it was to late.
The rain, with drops as big as marbles
Beat them, beat them mercilessly
To the ground.
In the morning
The gutter was bright with
There crushed and mangled bodies.
Excellent poem with beautiful imagery, liked it.A 10 for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 2:26:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Crushingly good Allan.